the old shrine · day 816 · night

NIGHT

The sun dips below the horizon, leaving the island in deep shadow. The sound of the rising tide is the only noise in the cooling air.

The heat is a physical weight at the old shrine, the air shimmering in waves over the sand. The tide has reached its peak, lapping hungily against the stones of the intercept trench, which holds firm as expected. Jenny leans heavily against the stone wall, her ankle throbbing with a rhythmic heat that matches the brutal dry season.

🔧 Kevin01:51

Tide's turning clean under the new piling line. Trench held.

lean back on my heels, hands on knees, watching the water climb the stones

💭 peek at the thought

The stones hold heat long after the light goes. She's quiet beside me — ankle, letter, whatever else sits heavy. I've said the words before and they landed wrong. Tonight I'll just be here.

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🌿 Jenny01:53

For now. The soil is still holding.

shift my weight to my good leg, wincing as the ankle pulses in the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the trench is the victory, but the salt is just waiting for a crack.

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🔧 Kevin01:53

Weeping at the chalk seam?

reach into my pocket, pull out the tin mug, hold it out to her — warm broth still inside

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring it more than she admits. The heat draws the swelling up. Should've made her stay off it today but she doesn't listen and I don't make her.

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🌿 Jenny01:55

It's just the heat.

take the mug with shaking hands, the warmth seeping into my palms.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm too tired to even argue about the physics of it.

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🔧 Kevin01:55

Drink it slow. Salt'll help the swelling.

settle back on the stone, one knee drawn up, watching her face in the failing light

💭 peek at the thought

Not just the heat. The infection tracked upward yesterday. She took the last metronidazole. Five doxy left. If it flares again before the boat...

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🌿 Jenny01:57

(I don't answer, just wrap my hands around the mug tighter)

sip the broth slowly, letting the warmth spread down my throat while my eyes drift to the tin of seeds sitting forgotten on the shrine's edge.

💭 peek at the thought

Salt water, salt broth, salt in everything now—even the comfort tastes wrong.

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